Bwah ha ha! Yankees are OUT!
Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
My BF is very sad now.
And now, in the continued exciting adventures of my kitchen, I have frozen two half cup containers of white wine for future lentil soup making.
One of these days, I have GOT to manage to budget in a whole box of the stuff.
Also in the freezer, a whole lot of homemade stock.
is there some weird law that you and I can't be employed at the same time?There really might be. In which case, I'm going to need to switch realities. Kittenish has developed a thing for canned food and it's pricier than the kibble. Oh, and I like to be able to eat as well. So alternate realities it shall be so we can both have jobs simulataneously.
Plei, I have about a quart of amazing chicken stock in the freezer. I can roast the hell out of a chicken, make it into stock and then I don't really know the next step. So frozen chicken stock...
Maybe we should just get married.
My Amazon gold box just had condoms in it.
My Amazon gold box just had condoms in it.
... that is the best thing ever.
Were they glowy?
EDIT: Aww. All it offered me were Heinlein books (which I'd already read) and teen girl novels (which I'd also already read). And a treadmill. Don't know why that one showed up.
Sadly, no.
Bwah ha ha! Yankees are OUT!
I was joyful about that with an aussie pal over ICQ. He couldn't relate. He's still bitter about the Ashes.
Cassiepants, much job-ma to you.
I had a nice, quiet Thanksgiving with friends. I was a carpenter with an allen wrench and scissors, and a firestarter with natural gas and a light switch.
Who gets to support who in this marriage? Because I'm kinda in favor of the two-income thing...
My Amazon gold box wants desperately for me to die in some tragic mountaineering adventure. Though it is willing to let me have a Swiss Army knife for the trip.